Wet grass makes me happy. I’m going to start out by saying that I’m not really a lawn person. I don’t like ground cover that has to be watered on a regular basis. I much prefer ivy or phlox or moss or ferns or violets or… (add plant here). But there’s something about a wet lawn that’s just so tempting. I love the dew-silvered grass in the mornings, maybe with a hint of fog clinging to it. I love to take off my shoes and wiggle my toes into the grass, especially when it’s hot out. I love to splish through the grass, leaving little tracks here and there. I love to watch the sun make glitter-diamonds against the green. I love flopping down in the grass and rolling in the dew, especially if it’s grass with clover in it, because then I’m all soggy and cool and clovery too.
Weird menu items and random text messages make me happy. They make me happy because there is no other way I would ever get a text message on my phone asking if I would ever eat duck testicles. Yes, duck testicles. I don’t even know what to say about it. I’m speechless. I’m also laughing pretty hard, which makes me happy. So… ah… quack…?
